We Cannot Hand Our Faith

A True University Can Never Rest Upon The Will Of One Man. A True University Always Rests Upon The Wills Of Many Divergent-minded Old Men, Who Refuse To Be Disturbed, But Who Growl In Their Kennels.

When A Man Talks With Absolute Sincerity And Freedom He Goes On A Voyage Of Discovery. The Whole Company Has Shares In The Enterprise.

All Progress Is Experimental.

The Reason For The Slow Progress Of The World Seems To Lie In A Single Fact. Every Man Is Born Under The Yoke, And Grows Up Beneath The Oppressions Of His Age. He Can Only Get A Vision Of The Unselfish Forces In The World By Appealing To Them, And Every Appeal Is A Call To Arms. If He Fights He Must Fight, Not One Man, But A Conspiracy. He Is Always At War With A Civilization. On His Side Is Proverbial Philosophy, A Galaxy Of Invisible Saints And Sages, And The Half-developed Consciousness And Professions Of Everybody. Against Him Is The World, And Every Selfish Passion In His Own Heart.

The Present In New York Is So Powerful That The Past Is Lost.